In her daughter's eyes

In her daughter's eyes... she is a hero

Happy Birthday Mom

Yes.. today is my Mother's Birthday. The woman who taught me how to love, nurture and guide my own daughter. The power of example. Hope she knew what she was doing.. cause I'm passing it on. ;o)

Actually when I think of my mother as a child I remember her always being available. I remember a hot breakfast every morning, a nutritious lunch and a family dinner when Dad came home at 5 pm. Sundays she prepared a rather large lunch which everyone always attended. If you were breathing.. you were there. No exceptions.. no excuses.

I remember always having a home made Birthday cake and an Easter bread braid which she stopped making for her kids once there were grandchildren? Hey Mom... Tamara would really like hers this year ;o).

Mom did all this while running her own little tailor / design studio.

Busy.. busy.. but never to busy to stop and watch, listen and hug when needed.

My mother was always my mother. She never tried to be my friend when I was a child growing up. She knew that raising a child was far too important to leave up to one of my friends. She was my mother. Someone who I could always count on to love, protect, advise and nurture me. Now that we're all older and wiser. Now that I too am a mother I realize the importance of her lessons. Now that I'm all gown up I realize my Mother is my Mother but now she is also my friend.

Happy Birthday Mom.

We Love You! You too Tata ;o)

Mom & I

a very long time ago

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